Former mayoral candidate arrested for fleeing, 'dragging' officer

First. She must have been hearing things in her aluminum foil hat again. I hope the officer is ok.

Has anyone ever read the full transcripts of some of her cooky calls to MetroSafe? This woman is truly certifiable & it's a blessing no one was seriously injured by her shenanigans.

I'm gonna say it.

Never, never, ever reach into a car when the person cat move the vehicle.

I am glad everyone is ok.

"She has said that she is the victim of electromagnetic attacks, which she describes as piercing and humming electronic sounds that come into her home through telephones and other devices."

The rest of the story aside, is anyone else a little disturbed that this psycho could have been the mayor of the city?

If she's locked up she can't get on this site anymore crying about us wearing sneakers in our class A's

All my life I believed the rings around the planet Saturn were solid like ice. And since they always appeared at a slight tilt around the planet, I always thought I would live to see the day when someone would make it to Saturn and then orbit the rings on some kind of large sled. To my disappoint, I have learned today those rings are not solid, but are really a thick gas and rock mixture like fog and hail. I will find the my 3rd grade science teacher and he will pay dearly for this!!

Major Fambrough: [taking a sheet of paper from the desk drawer, the sound of liquor bottles clinking as he does so] Such a smart lad, coming straight to me. [scribbling with a quill pen] Sir...Knight, I am sending you on a knight's errand. You will report to Captain Cargill, at the furthermost outpost of the realm, Fort Sedgewick. My personal seal [scribbling] will assure your safety [scribbling furiously] through many miles of wild and hostile country. [He folds the letter into an impossibly tiny square and hands it to Lt. Dunbar]

John Dunbar: [taking the note] I was wondering--

Major Fambrough: Yes?

John Dunbar: How will I be getting there?

Major Fambrough: You think I don't know?

John Dunbar: No, sir, it's just that I don't know--

Major Fambrough: Hold your tongue. [pause] I happen to be in a generous mood and I will grant you a boon. [gestures to the window] See that peasant out there? He calls himself Timmons. He is going to Fort Sedgwick this very afternoon. You may ride with him. He knows the way. That is all.

[Dunbar turns to leave. When he gets to the door, the Major calls to him]

Major Fambrough: Sir Knight?

[Dunbar turns as the Major stands, a dark stain on the front of his trousers]

Major Fambrough: I've just pissed my pants...and no one can do anything about

found her reporter friend

http://www.justiceforallcitizens.com/

for those that haven't yet enjoyed this

From an old timer... I love the new class b's and the shorts option for the class C. People don't care what you look like as long as you solve their problem. I think they look professional also... Our Dept. is finally getting with the times on some things and the uniforms were longgggggggggggggg over due!

So what can we do with the old blue bdu pants? Are they now obsolete?

I LIKE THE CLASS A'S AND WILL BE WEARING THEM. THE CLASS' B'S ARE MUCH HEAVIER AND DONT LOOK AS NICE. WHILE ITS HOT OUT I WILL, BE IN POLO & SHORTS WITH BLACK SOCKS!

It's all true, it's all real. It's my House Taser!

Please read this article about "Predictive Policing"

http://www.officer.com/news/10736774/lapd-embraces-computerized-predictive-policing

Since LAPD and NYPD have moved away from COMPSTAT, both agencies are adopting this new program. Sounds like COMPSTAT had a baby and this computer program is it. What do you guys think?

Sorry, I don't believe that much in borderline mental illness. To me, either you are sane or insane and nothing in between. Too many people get this label early on in life and learn how to abuse it to their advantage. I can act like a nut too and have you believe I am really crazy. It wouldn't be that hard.

I don't know why you hate on Kenny B. all the time. He's a good friend and if not for the wife we could be more